(POI) The Uchiha Temple
Sept 19, 2009 17:21:46 GMT -7
Post by Coal on Sept 19, 2009 17:21:46 GMT -7
Sasayaki no Jutsu (Whisper Technique)
Rank: “D” Rank
Skill: Genjutsu
Effect: Creates a whispering voice in the target’s mind that only they can hear.
Special: "Handseals" Hold Ram
Drawback: The user must hold the Ram seal for the voice to be continuously projected towards the target.
Description: The user performs the handseals, ending with the Ram seal and holding it. This projects chakra towards the opponent, stimulating the part of the opponent’s brain that translates the messages sent from the eardrum into actual voices. What this can do is create a whispering voice in the opponent’s mind, with the user choosing what is being whispered into it.
Limit: Must know Phantasm Perception
Rank: “D” Rank
Skill: Genjutsu
Effect: Creates a whispering voice in the target’s mind that only they can hear.
Special: "Handseals" Hold Ram
Drawback: The user must hold the Ram seal for the voice to be continuously projected towards the target.
Description: The user performs the handseals, ending with the Ram seal and holding it. This projects chakra towards the opponent, stimulating the part of the opponent’s brain that translates the messages sent from the eardrum into actual voices. What this can do is create a whispering voice in the opponent’s mind, with the user choosing what is being whispered into it.
Limit: Must know Phantasm Perception
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Black leather boots caused echoes with each step in the staircase corridor, beating on sandstone steps, as he ascended to the room designated for the training of the Uchiha; the Demon Eyes. Despite a land so full of water that it clung to the very air, he found that his mouth was dry, perhaps with the anticipation of what was to come. This experience was one that would change his life forever, a single hand reaching up to touch lightly the metal on his forehead, feeling the concave symbol of the Hidden Mist. This was his new life now, his old would have to be left behind, yet this path he walked was shrouded in darkness; where his life before was so planned. As he began to round the corner, his hand would touch lightly upon the sandstone walls, sliding across the porous surface with a heightened awareness of touch.
What am I to do now? How will I awaken the demon that lives within my body? Must I forever dance upon the wind never to have wings of my own?
Before him loomed another corridor, other doors and branches off to the sides, although none of which he wished to traverse. No, his destination lay before him, his eyes upon the large door that led to his growth, the chamber meant for training those of the Uchiha blood. Down this corridor he would walk, his crimson orbs taking in all that there was to take, down to the last speck of dust that may be clinging to the wall or floor. A fire began to grow behind his eyes, pushing on the boundaries set by his mental block, one that he could not seem to overcome at this time. Perhaps he would soon enough, though, through meditation and perseverance. Before he realized, he was before the doors, his hand upon them as the monk nodded him through.
As the door would creek, heavy on its hinges, Genkaku would step into a room designated for Genjutsu training. Within its stone confines stood a single man, his hands behind his back, his head shaved bald, and his black eyes upon Genkaku. It became clear at a rapid pace that this was the man who would be used for Genjutsu training, a type of willing dummy it would seem. Curious why anyone would subject themselves to such a fate, Genkaku shrugged it off and stepped within, the tail ends of his upper clothing billowing a bit behind him. The two would nod to one another, Genkaku pulling free his scroll of techniques, finding his way to the first Genjutsu upon the list that he found useful. Sasayaki no Jutsu.
[Training]
The first step of this technique was to create the several handseals needed to mold the chakra, in which he would then change it to the illusion type, and then create the illusion of his voice in his opponent’s ear. Before he thought farther in, he would need to get those handseals out of the way. First was the handseal of the rat; his left hand would hold index and middle finger straight up, his right hand covering the fingers completely, spilling over a bit at the top. Second would be the handseal of the serpent; both of his hands would clap together, the palms almost touching, as his fingers would all become interlaced. Last would be the Ram; once more would his left index and middle extend, however it was followed by the same occurrence on his right, while his right lifted a bit higher, wrapping ring and little finger over the left. Holding this final seal, his chakra would begin to shift within him, coming to life and shifting into a familiar type that he knew. Genjutsu.
Second would be the focusing of these chakras, so that he could expel them from his body, and connect with his statue-esque target. Concentration would be needed for his first time attempting this technique, a focus that his steel mind could easily produce. Soon he began to expand his chakra over the area, covering a wide range for his influence, but having yet to focus on a single target. As his chakras floated in the air, he would pull a mental visual of his target, the monk in the center. Soon was his chakra swirling invisibly through the air, sweeping down on the suspecting target, who would do nothing to negate such a strike. Chakra began to cover his body, pouring into his flesh, and speeding toward his mind.
With a mental fist would his cause the genjutsu to grip the mind of the man who stood still, holding him in his illusory grasp, and filling his mind with the fog that was the unknown. Once more would he have the chakra bounce back toward him, to link them both with his chakras, in order to complete the technique. As his chakra skipped across the air, making a B-line for him, he would accept it heartily. Now he could feel the mind of the afflicted, although he could not see within it, the walls that barred him still too great for such. Instead he would send a single message to the man, letting him know that it had been successful, even though he was sure the man knew that already.
”Success.”
The monk would not to him, allowing Genkaku to know that the message had been received, thus ending the training of that particular technique. It was time for the next…[/ul][/ul][/font]